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Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
Familiarity present in a face yet so unknown.
Struck with interest,
wanting a beginning so new.
Pursuing it seemed only befitting.

None of it easy
for me, at least.
You spoke of wanting growth continuously,
although nevertheless sought for change.

The love came naturally.
Consistently engulfing us,
attempting to mask all the pain.
To an extent,
it did just that.

Problems persisted.
Each one filled with more sorrow than the last.
Apologies escape your beautiful mouth every time it opens.
“I’m sorry” repeats much like a broken record.

Investment radiates from me.
Wanting to believe in this, in us.
The belief this will all be okay slowly begins to slip my mind.
It seems my fountain of hope may only be running dry.

You hold onto to me with great strength,
while I’m prying open your fingers and loosening your grip.
We’re beginning to disentangle.

— The End —